Chapter 11

He dropped in at the closest McDonald’s and nursed two coffees and a hash brown before finding the courage to head out to the funeral home. The director tried to talk him into another package that would mean standing at the graveside again for hours, pretending to care more than he did, but Calvin cut him off before he got too far. He wanted this done. Over with. Not even the temptation of possibly running into Matthew again could coax him into returning to the cemetery.

He had the man’s phone number. All he had to do to see him again was call.

Griesler stalled him when he tried to get permission to leave Watson Park.

“This is an ongoing investigation, Mr. Schumacher. Your cooperation is vital.”

Calvin gripped his phone and stared through his windshield. “I do have a life to get back to, Detective. And I’ve told you everything I know.”

“But your flight doesn’t even leave for two more days. Is there some reason you absolutely have to return to Chicago instead of staying here?”